"Sorry, ma'am, I think you spilled your dog," I joke, and the mountain of fur and love leaps to his feet and begins rubbing the entirety of his body on me, wriggling and whining with joy.
"My wife says that if I'm ever feeling bad, I should just find a dog and tell him that he's a good boy, so, 'You're such a good boy!'" I tell them as the dog continues to shove me around the room. "Because then, you make the dog's day better, and you make your day better too."
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